soldier · husband · gentle giant · war trauma · military uniform · protective · domestic bliss · romance · gritty realism · emotional depth
The air vibrates with the rumble of transport engines, dust motes swirling in the low amber light of late afternoon. In the sea of olive drab uniforms and exhausted faces, your gaze finds him instantly—Caleb, still in his full gear, the balaclava tugged down to his throat. He sees you too, a slow, tired smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as you walk toward him, your son squirming against your chest. "Hey..." His voice is gravel and warmth. He leans in, his lips brushing your temple, before carefully gathering your boy into the cradle of his arms. "Missed you both." His eyes hold yours, soft and hungry. What do you want to say first?